Chapter 106: Daylight and Nightlight in Fool's Village

After the winter in Gotham City has passed, the temperature has begun to warm up. This is one of the rare seasons in Gotham that does not rain much. Although the weather is still very cloudy, with no sunny days at all, and there is always a layer of mist covering the city, The weather is much better than in winter.

Mayor Roy's first reform measure after taking office was naturally to manage Gotham's traffic.

Of course, this is not because the last mayor died in a car accident, but because with the cooperation with other coastal cities, Gotham City has ushered in a new round of development, with various warehouses and supporting facilities rising from the ground. Cargo ships are moored at the port, waiting in line to deliver goods.

But Gotham's traffic situation can only be described in one sentence - if it has some traffic rules, it doesn't mean there are no traffic rules at all.

This has led to a very troublesome situation. The cargo ship's transportation capacity is sufficient. Although the warehouse under construction is still somewhat imperfect, it can actually accommodate the goods. However, the problem lies in the transportation from the dock to the warehouse. on this stretch of road.

The warehouses belong to different gang families. Everyone has to transport goods, and they basically transport goods 24 hours a day. But there are no traffic rules in Gotham. No one says who should go first. How can this kind of thing be solved in Gotham? The method is naturally that whoever has more guns and more bullets in the gun will go first.

But there is another problem. Although the driver is also a gang member, he is not a combat member. When the two cars are blocked together, the gang members escorting the goods start to fight, and the driver and other technicians in the car will also be injured.

Originally, there was a serious shortage of such professionals in Gotham right now. Everyone ignored everything when they started fighting. The end result was that both parties stopped eating at the same time and went to the hospital to lie down together.

It didn't matter that they had entered the hospital. The truck they were transporting goods was still lying on the road. As a result, the people who came after them were even more blocked and couldn't move.

Under such a vicious cycle, Gotham's traffic is almost completely paralyzed. Although waiting for most goods for a few days is not a problem, if it continues like this, it is completely burning money, including labor costs, warehouse costs, and cargo ships. Maintenance costs and liquidated damages for delayed delivery made the heads of the Twelve Families lose their hair in a hurry.

There are actually some high-achieving college graduates among them, but everyone has lived in Gotham for so many years, and no one realizes what the most important problem is in this city. Everyone thinks about how to coordinate the relationships here. , what he was thinking about was how to deal with other gangsters and make them make way for him.

But everyone wants others to give way to them, so no one gives way, and everyone is blocked on the road together.

After all, Gotham is a disorderly and chaotic city. The evil order here built by gangs is still essentially disordered.

Fortunately, the new mayor Roy is a sensible person. He did not instruct the gangs on what to do when they were at their most angry. He just allowed them to fight into chaos, and finally blocked the entire central street, and no one could Want to leave.

Until Gotham's most important center roundabout and four second-ring intersections were reduced to rubble, the gangsters had completely lost their temper. The money was right in front of them, but they couldn't get it, and no one could. Fa lets the things in the cargo ship have wings and fly to the warehouse by itself. There is no one, no cars, and now there is no road.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask the old godfather to come out. When the biggest family leaders sat at the negotiating table, they were all silent. Those blocking the road also had goods from the Falcone family. The old godfather’s power was still the same as before. , the leaders also knew that they were in the wrong, and basically kept their heads down and were scolded.

The problem is obvious now. Continuing to fight will only make the situation worse. By then, not to mention the road, the entire city will be gone. How can they make money? Will they starve to death?

The situation has developed to this point, and this situation indeed requires a proper solution to improve traffic.

So, on the second Sunday of warmer temperatures in Gotham, Mayor Roy Brown gave a televised speech on Gotham TV.

Roy on the screen no longer wears a trench coat and felt hat like he did in Chicago, but looks like a gangster in Gotham, wearing a suit and tie with flowers on his chest. He sits in his mayor's office and speaks calmly. said:

"Dear citizens and friends of Gotham City, I am your new mayor Roy Brown. I believe everyone should already know me."

"The main purpose of my speech today is to advocate for everyone to abide by traffic rules and to explain the new municipal administration I am about to implement in Gotham."

“As we all know, in this ancient city with a long history, we have worked together until today, and now, Gotham City will usher in another renaissance, and a good development opportunity is before everyone. "

"So, as mayor, I'm once again proposing a new municipal plan to serve the citizens of Gotham."

"The name of this new policy is the Gotham Civilized City Construction Plan. The main contents of the plan are: starting from tomorrow, Gotham's 6 major transportation hubs, 17 main roads and 22 secondary main roads will be Commencement of Operation Gotham Traffic Civility Day.”

"During this period, professional traffic guides will be available to divert traffic. Drivers are requested to abide by traffic rules, otherwise they will be responsible for the consequences."

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The TV speech ended here. Bruce turned off the TV and suddenly had a bad premonition.

Facts have proved that Batman's intuition has always been accurate, or the first law of Gotham is: In Gotham, no matter how correct your starting point is, how brilliant your method is, how perfect your plan is, in the end they can give you the answer. You've made a mess.

The next day, on the central roundabout in downtown Gotham, a flashy sports car with spray paint slowly slowed down. The person inside rolled down the window, stuck his head out, and slapped a beautiful woman standing on the street. Whistling, a hippie young man covered in tattoos shouted: ""Hey! That pretty girl! Look here, look at Gotham's racing boy..."

Before he could finish his words, the girl turned around, threw the cigarette butt at her feet, picked up the rifle placed behind the lamppost, and shot the tire of the sports car.

The "bang" explosion startled the two people in the car. Just as they were about to get angry, the girl came over with a gun. She looked young, no more than 20 years old, with a good figure and good skin. Wild dark color.

She lit another cigarette and held it in her mouth. Then she took out a small book from the pocket of her jeans. She rolled her eyelids and looked at the two people standing in the car up and down. She said, "Race boy, right? Bipolar disorder." , nervous headache plus schizophrenia precursor, the recommended treatment period is three months.”

As she talked, she wrote and drew in the notebook. After she finished writing, she tore up the piece of paper and threw it directly into the car. The tattooed young man picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. The title said "Arkham" Psychiatric Hospital Diagnosis Sheet.”

He immediately showed a flattering smile and said: "Sorry, madam, I didn't know you were an intern at Arkham Asylum. How about giving us another one like this?"

"By the way, what they said is true, right? We can use this diagnosis sheet to prescribe... I mean effective medicines for treating headaches."

The girl looked him up and down again and said, "Yes, go to the hospital's attending doctor's office for an interview within three days and wait for the ward assignment."

"Can I have another one? I think I'm mentally ill too." Another young man shouted.

The girl ignored him, took off the walkie-talkie from her waist and said: "Fourth Avenue! Fourth Avenue! A modified supercar with a flat left front tire and two passengers. They are...who do you belong to?" people?"

"The East Side chain smoker, our boss is a chain smoker!"

"He's a chain smoker from the East Side. Damn it, why are he the poor guy from the East Side? Don't the rich and oily guys from the West Side stop driving on the streets?"

Not long after she finished speaking, two people came over on a police motorcycle. One of them, wearing a police uniform, gave a perfunctory salute, and then said in a very impatient tone: "Speeding, illegal changes of direction, running red lights,... Fine 300."

After looking at the rocket launcher hanging on their motorcycle, the young man reluctantly paid the fine. Then another person who came with the motorcycle also walked over and said, "Hello, Doyle Towing Company, may I ask? Need towing service?”

"Doyle, why is it you? You damn bastard! Why are you still wearing a suit? And since when did your family have a towing company?"

The young man named Doyle adjusted his suit and tie. It could be seen that his suit had just been bought yesterday, and it didn't fit very well.

He leaned on the sports car and lit a cigarette and said: "Don't talk nonsense. This is an ancestral business. Our family has been doing this for eight generations. For the sake of being acquaintances, I will give you a 30% discount and 150 yuan to help you drag it." Go to the nearest avenue. You know, I am the only one who knows which avenue is free of traffic. You should be rushing to the warehouse to the east to see the factory, right?"

The young man in the car curled his lips and said: "Well, it seems that your boss really values ​​you. I will leave this kind of work to you. You can help me drag the car over, and the two of us will walk to Arkham to drive." medicine."

While they were chatting, the girl turned around and saw a black Mercedes-Benz about to make a U-turn. She picked up the horn on her waist and shouted: "Stop!!! You are violating traffic rules!!!"

Within a few seconds, another shot rang out. The police and the people from the towing company didn't need to move, and they just concluded another business deal.

Continuing along this street, there are two intern doctors at each intersection, responsible for stopping cars and issuing diagnostic certificates. They all hold walkie-talkies. Once a traffic accident is discovered, the police and people from the towing company will quickly ride on. The motorcycle rushed to the scene, and the towing agreement was signed in one go. The car was taken away from the scene in less than ten minutes.

Of course, this is only on ordinary main roads and intersections far away from the central city. On the six major battlefields close to the central city, the fighting is much more intense.

Bruce said to a bodyguard behind him: "Go and stop the red Lamborghini, tell him that he turned wrong just now, go back and start driving again, and come back later to get the diagnosis certificate."

"Also, where is the foul-mouthed guy just now? Take him out and beat him up, and let's just say that Wayne beat him up."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "whoosh" sound. Bruce took two steps back. Not far in front of him, a car exploded. The driver rolled out and ran out, facing the high platform in the middle of the intersection. The man holding a rocket launcher yelled: "Are you blind?! I was obviously going straight!! He changed lanes! He took my seat, why did you hit my car?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the aftermath of the explosion seemed to have hit the car that changed lanes. The hood of the car also made an explosion, and then burst into flames.

The driver who changed lanes also crawled out of the car. The two were about to fight, but they saw that the man on the high platform had reloaded the rockets and was aiming here. The people left cursing, and soon they met a guy who claimed to be from a towing company. The wreckage of the two cars was quickly taken away from the battlefield.

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"Listen!! Get to those sons of bitches on the other side! Are you deaf? It's our turn to go at the next green light!! Do you hear that?! It's our turn to go!!"

"Haven't you seen the TV show?! Look in my hand! What is this?! Gotham Driver's Manual! See it? You've already gone two rounds! It's our turn next time!!"

From a row of trucks opposite the carousel, a tall, thick-set, tattooed man got down. He also held a rifle in his hand. He gave the yelling man a middle finger and said, "Your head is full of shit. Really? Let’s take the east road first! Then we have to wait a while!”

Bruce listened to them exchanging dirty words. He thought hard and found that his genius brain could not find any evidence of the so-called traffic rules that these two people so confidently said.

He asked a bodyguard behind him: "Gotham Driver's Manual? Do you still have this thing? Go get me a copy."

The bodyguard said: "Yes, there is, but it was just printed yesterday, and it is still a handwritten copy. Our mayor seemed to be a little drunk when he wrote this manual..."

But after saying that, he still went to find a car and got a book. Bruce opened it and saw that the bodyguard was indeed right. A pound of vodka would not be so outrageous if he drank less than a sip. driver's manual.

It was written in Roy's extremely sloppy handwriting. The mayor also came from a grassroots background and never went to college. Many words were spelled wrong, not to mention the garbled grammar. After making a mistake, he would just scratch it out with a pen. Some rows are crowded together, while others are far apart.

Bruce turned off his brain and tried his best to read the driver's manual from the perspective of these mentally retarded people. He found that although the writing was sloppy, the content was confusing, and there were more swear words than the text, it made a lot of sense.

The central idea of ​​the entire driver's manual is just one sentence: There are no traffic rules in this terrible place of ours. Anyone holding the steering wheel you can see here does not have a legal driver's license. If you want to drive here, you only need to know how to drive. One thing, grab the wheel, hit the gas, and pray to God.

After a while, Bruce's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello? Professor... yes, the internship went well. I am now at the intersection east of the central roundabout. The road conditions here are pretty good. The west side is more chaotic because there are too many sports cars..."

"Yes, I also think this internship method is very good. I heard them say that they have memorized at least dozens of proper nouns for mental illnesses. This is already a miracle. I believe they can get at least 5 more points on the final exam..."

"Evans? No...no, he is not diverting traffic. He has more important things to do."

Bruce looked up as he spoke. Not far away, he saw a man wearing a black suit who looked like the head of the Twelve Families. He was nodding and bowing to Evans. He moved the car that was occupying the road out of the way in a few moments. The somewhat blocked traffic quickly became smoother.

Although Bruce said so, in fact, this so-called Gotham Traffic Civilization Day was basically a mess.

Roy built a small observation tower in the center of the intersection of each major transportation hub. The traffic conductors on it were basically carrying machine guns and holding rocket launchers, and they would shoot wherever there was anything wrong.

Under this kind of deterrence, the vast majority of cars are still willing to abide by traffic rules, but the problem is that Gotham does not have unified traffic rules at all, and people here have never learned the traffic avoidance code, so Roy came again A person who has driven normally in other cities was added to the watchtower to provide guidance.

However, in the United States, almost every state has different traffic rules, and the contents of the driver's manual also vary, which results in the traffic rules used at each intersection being different.

Although this situation is much better than the original situation of being unable to move at all, it still cannot meet the needs of logistics operations.

In the teachers' office of Gotham University, Anna, a professor of advanced mathematics, covered her forehead and said helplessly: "The error in the calculation of the capacity is really too big. Do you have any clues over there? Victor..."

Victor looked even worse, with two big black marks covering half of his face. If you hadn't listened to what he said, just looking at his current state, you would have thought Mr. Freeze had awakened.

He said: "Don't forget, we also have to consider the shelf life. The cargo ships at the second pier are goods that are urgently needed for storage. They must have an emergency passage, otherwise the goods may be damaged. The cargo on the third pier is There are also fragile cars that cannot be driven too fast. When these cars are added to the central turntable, it will affect the overall speed..."

At this time, the door was pushed open with a bang, and Roy rushed in with a gun and said: "How is the logistics system being formulated? There are a dozen big bosses over there waiting for my news. Well, their goods are all backlogged at the dock, and I can’t hold it anymore!”

"We are doing manual calculations now. Have you ever seen anyone doing manual calculations faster?"

"They can add money, no matter how much it is! 100,000? 200,000? As long as you can produce results as soon as possible, business waits for no one! Friends!"

Victor put down the information in his hand and said: "I called a few of my old classmates last night. They are all professors of mathematics, physics and biology. You have to offer a price that satisfies them before they will come. Here, you know, this city doesn’t have a very good reputation..."

"Give me their phone numbers, and I'll make sure you're satisfied!"

On the other side, as Roy said, most of the heads of the Twelve Families gathered in a conference room, anxiously waiting for the results. Sitting at the head of the table was the head of the Spencer family. Holding a phone and saying:

"The goods in warehouse No. 3 are damaged? Why? Aren't they well frozen?"

"The temperature detection device is not working as usual? Then why didn't anyone check it?...Can't you read the gauge? Damn it! You bunch of illiterate people! That's tens of thousands of dollars worth of my goods!!!"

"The quality of the low-temperature warehouse is not good either? What should we do? We kidnapped before... No, where is the expert who was hired with a high salary? Tell him that we doubled the salary we promised him before! Let him find a way quickly! Forget it, you let He answers the phone!"

"Who? Professor Freese? Who is that? Gotham University? No... I can't enter that place. It's the godfather's territory, contract system? Is he very powerful?"

"...What? A living person? His wife? No...it's not important!"

"You mean, he froze a living person in a freezer and still kept her alive?!"

"Ha...oh, no...no...I mean, it's such a shame, such a sad love story, God bless the poor lady, I'd like to donate to this, I'll ask tomorrow He comes, you know, I am also a person who believes in love..."

At this time, Schiller was sitting in his office at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital. There was a long queue in front of him. Schiller shouted without raising his head: "Next!"

A black man with a sinewy face walked up and held the medical certificate in his hand. It was no bigger than one of his fingers. He carefully held the medical certificate and handed it to Schiller. Schiller scanned it. He glanced at it and said, "Congenital polio?? This was written by some guy who didn't pay attention in class?? Didn't I tell you to look for nouns in the textbook and memorize them?"

He glanced at the black man and said, "Ward No. 3 on the 2nd floor." Then he picked up a pen and quickly scratched the medical certificate twice, signed it, wrote a prescription, handed it to the man, and continued to shout: "Next!"

At this time Brand, wearing a white coat, rushed in and said: "We can't accept any more patients! We really can't accept any more patients! We have no more wards!"

"Let them squeeze in, there are more than 100 people here."

"But no matter how crowded it is, it's impossible for 30 people to live in one ward!"

Schiller raised his head and thought for a while and said: "Let them be released on bail. There is always room in Gotham Prison, right?"

Brand was dumbfounded. He said, "On bail, just...what?"

"But most of them were originally here for medical parole!"

"Then set up a medical station in the prison and let... let Bruce go there. The intern is also a doctor. He has experience. Let him apply the model here. If there is no room in the hospital, go to the prison. If there is no room in the prison, go to the hospital. that's all."

After Schiller quickly arranged the remaining patients, he returned to the Gotham University office. The place was basically in a state of chaos, and everyone with a college degree or above was arrested and counted.

In this era without supercomputers, the amount of calculations required to calculate the most perfect logistics route manually is terrifying, and the leaders Victor and Anna are going crazy.

Schiller also participated because he had a symbiote. In order to avoid traffic jams in his future commute, he was happy to work overtime here.

But soon, Roy came again, still holding a gun and a phone in his hand. He rushed into the office in a hurry, and then said: "Two of the three financial officers of the city government have run away, and there are One of them was buried by the sand leaked by the sand truck, and they are still trying to save it. Who of you can follow me? The financial statements are almost piled up!"

One of the local professors in Gotham said: "Not everyone can do this job. Although the mayor's life is short in Gotham, his financial life is not long. Everyone knows what they do..."

As soon as he heard this, Schiller was no longer sleepy. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you!"

Roy said hesitantly: "Excuse me for being offended, professor, but aren't you a professor of psychology? Does psychology include finance?"

"Of course, you have to know that psychology is all-encompassing, and I happen to have a lot of experience in it..."

Roy had no choice but to agree with hesitation.

The next morning, Roy stood in front of all the gang leaders and said, "Now I have good news and bad news."

"The good news first, I've heard enough bad news." One of them said, "I still have three trucks stuck on Fifth Avenue."

"The good news is that if nothing else happens, the city's GDP may be expected to surpass that of the metropolitan area this year and become the first in the United States."

There was an uproar below, and the gang bosses were whispering. They said, "Why did you get first place so quickly? My goods haven't been sold yet!"

"Wasn't it fifth or sixth before? How long has it been? Are you sure the statistics are correct?"

Roy waved his hand to signal them to calm down, and then said: "The bad news is that this is not because our city has developed, but actually because there is a problem with the report."

"So now it's up to everyone to decide whether we want to be the number one."

The rest of the people were even more confused as to how big of a problem the report had to be for them to leapfrog Metropolis directly to the first place.

To be honest, Roy didn't understand this question either. Anyway, he just watched Schiller sort out the pile of financial reports all night and came up with an extremely reasonable but extremely outrageous statistic for him.

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Then tell him that he is about to become the mayor who has led the city's economic development the fastest, the most improvement, and the fastest improvement in the history of urban development in the United States.

Roy said: "According to a financial officer who did not want to be named, if we are number one, we will become more famous and increase investment opportunities. If we are not number one..."

Roy stuttered for a moment, then took out a piece of paper and read on it: "Certain errors that are allowed in the understanding of macroeconomics will give more room for adjustment to the actual data, including... The stabilizing means of falsely high growth, the redundant space left by the impact of the crisis, and..."

After reciting it, Roy couldn't read it anymore. He said: "I'm sorry, there are too many words in the following paragraph that I don't know. In short, if you don't have this reputation, everyone will have more …”

Roy made a gesture common to gangsters, and all the bosses understood, and they unanimously chose the latter.

Of course, this is definitely not for the convenience of official money laundering. The main reason is that the citizens of Gotham are not vain and are humble and low-key.

At this time, in the Gotham Police Department, in Gordon's office, Bruce couldn't stand it any longer. He said, "You mean, you want to borrow my Bat-Light? What are you going to use it for?"

Gordon was also a little embarrassed. He said: "There is nothing we can do about it. Yesterday, some bastard had a bad idea and actually renovated the only dilapidated old-fashioned traffic light at the central intersection, causing a lot of trouble. "

Yes, just after the traffic got better, there was trouble again.

There are no traffic lights at most intersections in Gotham because they were useless in the past. Only the large roundabout in the center of the city still retains an old-fashioned traffic light pole.

Although it was useless in the past, under the threat of force, Gordon found that this thing was indeed much more convenient than shouting.

As a result, most of the traffic in the central city is directed by traffic lights, and the man on the watchtower is only responsible for force deterrence.

But as expected of Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, this absurd city never lacks absurd geniuses.

I don’t know which little genius in physics or engineering went to work in the dark in the middle of the night to renovate this antique traffic light that was already I don’t know how many years ago.

Under the command of the wrong traffic light, the situation on the central roundabout yesterday was that after walking on the left, go on the right, after walking on the front, go on the right, after walking on the back, go on the right...

At the end of the day, the entire intersection on the right was smooth, while the other three intersections could only stare blankly.

Originally, all the drivers in Gotham City were in the advanced stages of road rage. If everyone couldn't leave, then forget it. But while others were walking one after another, and I had to be stuck here, then They will definitely not be happy.

So the central turntable, which had just been slightly repaired, was almost reduced to rubble again.

Later, the traffic light was repaired again, but after so many twists and turns, this old-fashioned traffic light basically stopped working. And ordinary traffic lights will probably end up similar to this traffic light. During the evening rush hour, they will basically not survive. Three hours.

For the citizens of Gotham, such a completely inconspicuous thing was difficult for their slightly crazy brains to distinguish, so Gordon thought of a way. He planned to make it a high-power one.

So the question is, where is the most powerful light in Gotham?

Bruce looked at Gordon speechlessly. Gordon rubbed his hands and said, "Actually, this can be regarded as fighting crime. After all, if everyone is transporting goods at night, then most people will not go out to look for trouble."

Gordon dragged Bruce to the Gotham map hanging on the wall. He said: "This is the statistics I made recently. You see, in several neighborhoods with relatively good traffic conditions, the crime rate has dropped significantly, because generally gangsters find drivers. We will find local drivers who are familiar with the routes.”

"These drivers are basically members of local gangs, which are the main force of local crime. Because the transportation capacity is currently insufficient, the gangs are willing to pay high prices to hire these people to help them deliver goods overnight. It doesn't matter if they don't have a driver's license. Most people don't have a driver's license anyway. ”

"They drive trucks all night to deliver goods, so of course they don't have time to go out and commit crimes. Moreover, the money earned from two trips can be equal to the gains from two months of robbery. Nowadays, most gangsters who can drive basically I found a similar job, and I heard that there is a small gang that collectively changed jobs and became trucking drivers, and they are still recruiting people like crazy. "

In fact, this is not beyond Bruce's expectation. Batman often patrols at night recently, but there is really nothing to patrol recently, because the streets are full of people working.

If the truck driver doesn't rest, then the driver also needs to eat and drink. After working the night shift, he can have a midnight snack. Then the restaurant, pub and roadside stalls will not rest. After the restaurant sells out the food during the day, it has to sell the food at night, which requires more raw material reserves, and it also needs to hire more drivers to deliver them, and more cooks and waiters.

However, regular restaurants have rent after all, and the prices of the food they sell will be more expensive, and the food made by the chef may not suit the taste of those gangsters, who have been used to eating roadside stalls since they were young.

So many people who can cook also set up roadside stalls. There is no urban management in Gotham, so of course they can set up wherever they want.

With more roadside stalls, the originally small alleys have become narrower. Most people have to demolish the illegal buildings in front of the building and widen the road to facilitate the formation of night markets.

These night shift drivers suddenly made a lot of money, so of course they were keen on spending. Casinos and dance halls simply didn't rest, and bartenders, dancers, and dealers had to work all night. These people also needed more service industry facilities for eating, drinking, and defecating.

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In short, the streets near each transportation hub have been brightly lit in recent days, and it is more lively than during the day. Once Gotham citizens gather together, they will find ways to find excitement and engage in confrontational sports. There are no electronic games in this era. The way to find excitement is nothing more than playing basketball, playing football, or gathering to brag.

Who is Batman? He is the dark knight of Gotham, and the focus is on darkness.

If you walk into any alley near the main road, you will see a group of football players shouting and yelling at the beginning, and a group of truck drivers sitting around a table, eating and bragging. The whole street is full of wires, and various light strings are hung between street lamps and lamp poles. There are also high-powered spotlights hanging in the air to illuminate the ground. Batman was stunned by the shaking as soon as he landed from the dim rooftop.

Because the streets near these transportation hubs are too busy, Batman has no room to play, so he walked to the more remote and less crowded streets.

However, the gathering of commerce not only brings prosperity to the market, but also population mobility. Even if Gotham is the most vulnerable group, such as single mothers with children, they can find a job serving dishes or washing dishes in those restaurants open all night.

Strong laborers usually go to do more profitable work. Restaurants are short of staff and wish more people would do this kind of work. The people in Gotham City are not isolated. Basically, there are connections between groups. Many vulnerable groups living in more remote and faraway places will mostly find a busy night market nearby and do odd jobs there. Even if it is just picking up garbage, they can earn one or two dollars, which is enough for them to have a meal.

However, since their place of residence is far away from their place of work, it will delay their work time, so most of them will move to a closer place.

The rent of houses near such places will be more expensive, but the landlord is not stupid. He used to charge $100 for renting a room to one person, but now he divides the room into three, and rents it to three people, charging $50 per person. He can earn an extra $50, and those people will be grateful.

So a large number of landlords on the night market streets began to divide their houses into smaller ones, and those vulnerable groups did not care how small and broken their rooms were, anyway, they would not be worse than where they lived before.

Then the gangs who managed and ruled this street found that if they could create more such rooms, they could attract more outsiders, improve the efficiency of the entire street, and collect more protection fees.

So they began to take the initiative to convert the attics or some vacant rooms of their industries into smaller apartments, which were specially prepared for these outsiders attracted by the industry.

Some poor guys really had no money, and the gangs allowed them to move in first and then pay their debts every month. Some gangs that were in urgent need of people did not even ask for interest. They waived the rent for the first period of time. As long as you help me work on this street, I will not only not charge you interest, but also give you subsidies. Anyway, I don’t earn the rent of yours.

Then Batman found that Gotham had become strangely quiet recently. With the transportation hub as the center and the night markets radiating outward, new commercial areas began to develop gradually.

In these new business districts, few people would cause trouble, because in the past, if you killed two people in a dark alley, the police might not find out for a long time, and even if you had some special skills, it might become an unsolved case.

But in such a lively night market, such a thing is almost impossible to happen. Even when playing football, if someone kicks someone, the news will spread all over the block the next day. If you rob someone on the spot, you'd better hope that the police will come quickly, otherwise the local gangsters will definitely put you in the sewer.

Because if you kill someone on the street, it will take time to clean up the mess, right? The police come to investigate, and you have to cooperate with the investigation. The witnesses around you have to be called one by one. How much time will it take? How much turnover will be lost? How much less protection fee will be collected?

If you were far away, it would be fine. The gangsters might not bother to care. But at such a close distance, with more than a dozen gangsters patrolling on one street, you might have more than a dozen holes in your body before you just took out your gun and said the word "robbery".

Business is business, but Gotham's tradition of shooting first and asking questions later cannot be lost.

In this way, in one dark night after another, Batman stood alone on the roof, watching the dark nights with dim lights begin to light up slowly. Now, he stood on the roof of the Wayne Building, the center and highest point of Gotham, with thousands of lights under his feet.

He thought, maybe he witnessed a miracle so close. This chaotic and bad city that could not be saved began to sprout and grow in chaos, and then bloomed a strange and wonderful flower.

It bloomed wantonly in the dark night, without concealing its chaos and malice. Batman thought, this black flower will still bloom towards the sun, but it is a black sun.

And he, and Batman, Batman did not feel frustrated, a new power surged in his heart, a new idea, an idea that was broader than the night and revenge, appeared in his heart for the first time.

He had a wonderful premonition that this world, this universe, just like Gotham, was changing for something.

And the next time, he thought, in this miraculous change, he would no longer be a bystander, but a participant.

He watched the lights gradually light up after another night, and then, in addition to the cold wind and darkness above the sky, the flickering light began to spread rapidly on the streets until the whole city was lit up.

Right here, at this moment, this lonely bat standing above the city felt that he had finally learned how to light a lamp.

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